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After a while, Zhou Kuan brought a bottle of perfume with hypnotic effects.
Li Hanxian placed the perfume on the table and then excused himself to take a phone call outside.
Rong Wanwan did not notice anything amiss; she was clueless about the art of perfume and naturally could not detect anything wrong. Instead, she kept examining the perfume, suspecting it might be the Flame Perfume mixed by Rong Shengsheng.
When Li Hanxian returned, she was determined to ask him about it!!
How could Rong Shengsheng's perfume appear in such a high-end place??
As time ticked away, her head began to feel dizzy, and her body weak and limp.
Just then, the door of the private room opened.
She vaguely saw a man walk in.
She frowned slightly and asked softly, "Is that you, Hanxian..."
"My head feels so dizzy, take me home, please..."
"I don't have the appetite for a candlelit dinner anymore..."
